Quotes About Individuality

Someone other than I might have used the word "roots". It is not part of my vocabulary. I don't like the word, and I like even less the image it conveys. Roots burrow into the ground, twist in the mud, and thrive in darkness; they hold trees in captivity from their inception and nourish them at the price of blackmail: "Free yourself and you'll die

Chacune de mes appartenances me relie à un grand nombre de personnes; cependant, plus les appartenances que je prends en compte sont nombreuses, plus mon identité s'avère spécifique.

Doctrines are meant to serve man, not the other way around.

C'est que l'Occident ne veut pas qu'on lui ressemble, il veut seulement qu'on lui obéisse.

La vie est créatrice de différences.

L'humanité entière n'est faite que de cas particuliers.

L'homme n'appartient ni à sa langue ni à sa race : il n'appartient qu'à lui-même, car c'est un être libre, c'est un être moral. »

Au bout de tant d'années passées parmi les vêtements-Blancs, il avait réussi à se bâtir une solitude, cette chère et irremplaçable solitude dont il s'enveloppait comme d'une cotte de mailles. La partager, c'était la perdre. Chaque fois qu'il en avait le loisir, il aimait à retrouver son discret repaire, seul, sans un autre compagnon que lui même. Pourquoi encombrer ses oreilles d'un bourdonnement humain?

Bir kad?na ya da bir erkeÄŸe sayg? duymak demek, onunla her hakka sahip bir insan gibi, özgür ve yetiÅŸkin bir insan gibi konuÅŸmak demektir, yoksa onu, topraÄŸa ait bir serf gibi, içinde yaÅŸad??? topluluÄŸa ait olan, ba??ml? bir varl?k olarak görmek deÄŸil.

My name is Attila.' ah-til-ha. 'That's an unusual name,' Jean said. 'to whom?' replied Attila cheerfully. 'Well . . . everyone,' said Jean. 'not to the Hungarians or the Turks,' said Attila. 'your parents named you after Attila the Hun?' Attila smiled. 'Some people,' he said, 'name their baby girls Victoria.

one person, of whose acts a great multitude … have made themselves every one the author" in order that peace will prevail.

Raise you awareness and cultivate your uniqueness.

We're just a hyphen between our parents and our kids. That's what you learn in middle age. Mostly this is something a mature person can live with. But every once in a while you just want to send up a flare. I too am here! Everybody is sympathetic until you try and make your minuscule life interesting and then they're like, What's wrong with you? You think you're special?

The passions refuse to be organized on a basis of their own; hostile to personal freedom and one another, they rush precipitately into anarchy and mob rule.

You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.

I don't want to end my life, he said, but I'd rather end it while I am still myself, rather than become less and less of a person.

Her keeper jersey; she thinks of it now. The number 1 on its back. A lonely number. Only one goalkeeper on the field. Only one player who guards the net. Only one who stands strong and alone behind the other ten players on the field. No place to hide. No way to disappear.

I saw in her more potential, more character, than her mother allowed.

At fifteen, it's still kind of tough to see that people can't be compressed into one color all the time. They shift and change, letter days or not, many layers of many colors.

There should be no shame in music.

Everybody's entitled to think whatever they want and to express that, but my personal day-to-day experience does not come into contact with any of those people.

one person can come along and change your life, and that being a misfit, as I was, doesn't mean you won't find friends and your place in the world.

Maybe freedom means defining yourself any way you want to be.

All I ever wanted in my life was to be treated as an individual. I have succeeded, to some extent. At least I'm sure that in the Lord's eyes, I am an individual. I am not a "colored" person, or a "Negro" person, in God's eyes. I am just me! The Lord won't hold it against me that I'm colored because He made me that way! He thinks I am beautiful! And so do I, even with all my wrinkles! I am beautiful! -Bessie